I'm sorry for the unreasonable long delay.
I was unsatisfied with the second chapter and didn't feel like continuing the story since it was differencing too much with the canon timeline.
So I went back and changed some stuff and I'll not rule out that I won't change it more later. It's not exactly as I wanted it to be, but it's closer, and for now that is good enough.
You don't have to reread it if you really don't want to, I mostly just changed the timesetting a little and whatever that affected.
Thanks for the comments, I'm sorry I haven't answered, but it really does mean a lot.
I hope you enjoy the chapter, and please tell me if I've made some mistakes, still learning my English grammar.
Oh, and of course, so much incest coming up (don't act surprised, you naughty person).
It hadn't been hard figuring out what to do.
The hard part had been deciding to go through with it.
Even now the uncerntainty lingered at the back of Dracos mind and he looked at himself in the mirror where a wild-eyed ghost seemed to stare back.
Hiss bags were already placed neatly next to the bed by a houseelf, and he sat down, the mattres sinking slightly under him.
He had known it from the moment Lucius had left this room six months before, although it felt much longer.
Perhaps because most of his time at Hogwarts had been spent waiting, waiting to come home because he knew what had to be done, almost immediately.
But he had needed the distance from Lucius to decide, which he had gotten. He hadn't seen his father once, since the night he had wanted to leave for Bellatrix'.
Draco placed his hands in his lap, looked at his polished shoes and sighed.
But as usual, nothing had gone according to plan. His father had disappointed the Dark Lord at the Ministry.
And this day was Lucius' last day home before he would go to Azkaban, tomorrow. Indefinitely.
In hours he had seen his plan collapse and his window of opportunity close to a tiny gap.
The only thing now was the Dark Lord and thankfully Lucius had still been able to pull enough strings to postpone his leave to the day after Draco had returned.
If his father had arranged it that way or if it was purely coincedental he didn't know. But at least he would have a few hours.
Narcissa had already greeted him at the station, silently, teary eyed and they had spent a quiet dinner where he hadn't even dared to ask why Lucius wouldn't spend his last free night with them.
She had gone to bed after barely touching her dinner, not looking up at him, just defeated.
So it was now or never, his mother would never tell him where he should go, what he should do, his father was his only option and he only had a few hours left, the sun was already casting long shadows on the walls.
He knocked twice.
"Enter."
His father was bent over the desk as usual, but this time no book or letter lay under his hands. Instead Lucius was staring at the bare wood with an nearly empty glass of honey colored liquid placed in front of him.
He didn't look up, as usual again, but discreetly pushed the drink away and pulled a document to him, as Draco closed the door carefully behind himself.
Lucius finally looked up and Draco met his tired gaze before his father quickly shifted his eyes back to his hands, studying his fingers, with a hint of emberasment on his face.
He seemed exhausted with dark circles under his eyes, thinner than he had ever been before.
Draco thought he saw a glimpse of grey in his white hair, but couldn't be sure, since the only lightsource was from the smoldering fireplace which gave the room and eerie, dark light like the sunset.
"Yes, what do you want, Draco?" Lucius interrupted the silence, as Draco had suddenly forgotten his words and instead were busy taking in his father's appearance.
Draco didn't answer at once. Now that what he had planned for months was finally going to happen, it was all too real. The thought of what he was about to do and say turned his stomach into a painful knot. He could hear the blood in his ears now, his heart felt like a cannonball, bouncing around inside him.
Lucius had noted his silence and looked up again with a raised eyebrow.
"Well?"
"I want to talk about what.. what happened in January."
He could see Lucius' already pale face turn paler and a faint glow appear on his cheeks, barely giving his tired face life.
"There's nothing to talk about, Draco. Nothing happened." His voice was stern, giving Draco the impression that he would be better to drop the subject instantly. He knew he couldn't.
"You tried to.." his words were mumbled and he weren't sure that his father had actually heard it. He breathed deeply, raised his voice when he spoke again. "You touched me, you.. You tried to fuck me."
The silence pressed against his eardrums and for a moment Draco was sure Lucius would stand, to hit him, punish him in any way.
But instead he looked down once more, at the hands he had gently placed in his lap and what looked like shame shadowed his face.
"I did not intend for it to happen." He paused. "I apologize."
Daco felt his courage rise.
"Well, it did. Why?"
Lucius sighed and grabbed the glass in front of him.
"I had been drinking. I was under a lot of pressure." He spat the words out and looked into the drink before taking a sip and looking up again. "I would prefer this to not be our last conversation. We may not see each other again for.. a long time."
Draco didn't answer, he was thinking of how to turn the conversation the way he wanted when Lucius spoke up.
"Why are you here, Draco?"
He had to force the words out, he felt breathless.
"I want to make you happy. I know what you want from me."
"I don't know what you're talking about," but he looked down as he said it.
"I think it's too late to deny it now."
He was only met with silence and decided any other time wouldn't be better. His shaking hands clumsily fiddled with the button of his robe for a few seconds before he finally got it off and stroke the cape back from his shoulders.
He shuddered for a moment when the colder air embraced his naked body, but he didn't cover and didn't look away from his father who was staring wideeyed with slightly open mouth.
"You can have me. I am yours, father."
Lucius eyes quickly scanned over him and then as quickly, as if he was ashamed of himself, met Draco's gaze boldly, as if not daring to look anywhere else.
"Put your robe back on, Draco."
"No." He said it as soft as possibly while still trying to seem determined.
Lucius sighed and looked away, avoiding his naked body but taking in the carpet instead.
"What do you want from me, Draco?"
"I want to be a Death Eater."
"As you should know, I am not the Dark Lords favorite servant at the moment." He spoke with resignation and Draco had never heard him sound more sincere. "I doubt I can do anything for you that you can't manage yourself."
"I just need to know where I can find him, so I can offer him my loyalty. I need you to assure him of it"
Lucius snorted.
"You offer yourself to me.. in change for a location?"
"To show you I am willing to do anything, father."
Lucius shook his head before taking a sip of his glass.
"Do you value my approval that highly?"
"Of course."
His father looked at him again, with eyes that Draco couldn't recognize. Examining and puzzled, like he had never seen his son clearly before, and behind it, sadness.
Then a short snort and a snarky grin.
"Well, you seem determined."
Draco took a step closer and Lucius shot out of the chair, his drink still clenched in his hand.
His face again completely changed, now determined and demanding, but the glimpse of sadness now replaced by fear. He backed away slowly, almost leaning against the bookcase before stopping.
"Stay there."
Draco didn't, he continued, slowly, araound the desk, while Lucius followed him with apprehensive eyes, until he was in front of his father, looking up into the cold grey that seemed almost scared.
"Do what you want to me, father. I won't tell anyone." His words barely a whisper.
Lucius' eyes flickered. "I… I shouldn't."
Draco raised his hands up, around his fathers neck. Tiptoing to reach, he kissed him softly on the cheek. He paused before kissing him again, closer to the lips.
He could feel his father's warm, fast breath.
They stood there for what felt like ages, Draco waiting for his father to move, feeling his heart thundering in his chest.
He couldn't stop now. So he closed his eyes and kissed his father on the lips.
Lucius didn't respond at first, he seemed frozen, even his breath stopped, but Draco heard the glass slip from his grip and land on the carpet with a hard thud.
And then he slowly opened his mouth and Draco felt his arms around him, pulling him deeper into the kiss.
It felt wrong. So very wrong. Draco wanted to tear himself away, run far from this room, but he couldn't, so he just pressed his eyes harder shut. His father had taken control now, planting his usual hand in Draco's hair, like it belonged there and always had, the other on his waist, forcing him closer.
Lucius's kisses were hard and greedy now, and more intimate than Draco had ever felt before and his warm tongue twisted inside his mouth, around his own tongue.
He felt his hand being guided down until it was pressed over the growing bulge between them. A moan escaped Lucius but Draco gasped and the kiss was disrupted.
Lucius voice was warm and raspy against his air when he spoke, utterly different from the fear he had just seen in him "Have you ever been with anyone?"
"No."
"Are you scared?" Lucius whispered in an amused voice.
"No."
His forehead rested against his fathers shoulder, but he didn't look down as his hand was securely guided under Lucius' robes.
Every part of him screamed at him to stop, but he didn't, until he reached what Lucius had sought and he felt a soft gasp against his ear.
"You can be a good boy when you want to.."
His skin was hot and sticky and for a moment the disgust in Draco rose op in him and he froze. Then he let go of his breath and started moving his hand, back and forth, trying to find a rhythm while Lucius' breath began to shake softly.
He felt the hand under his chin before being forced to look up and pulled into a warm breathless kiss and just as quickly being pushed to his knees.
The disgust welled up again, but he didn't have time to react before Lucius' hand was under his chin again and forcing his mouth open by digging his fingers into his cheeks and forcing himself inside his mouth.
He tasted salty, intimate, and when the first groans escaped his fathers lips he felt an enormous satisfaction for a second, before it dissapered and was replaced by shame.
He tried finding a rhythm, but it was harder than it looked, moving both hand and mouth and in the back of his mind he could hear his father, making small, almost soundless, satisfied groans.
Draco could feel his own saliva slowly dripping down his chin and the disgust at himself swelled up again.
He felt his father hand on his head again, gently, before being pulled up by the hair.
Lucius was gazing down at him with hazy, half shut eyes and he didn't say anything before pushing Draco, so he stumbled awkardly backwards before hitting the desk behind him and falling back.
He only maneged to lift himself up to rest on his elbows before his father was over him in again, with a hand pressed against his throat.
The motions were quick, Lucius lifting up Dracos legs and spitting on his fingers, and the complete fear overwhelmed him only for a second before he felt the warmth between his legs, before he felt two fingers being pushed inside him.
He squirmed, but the hand over his throat made him gasp and wheese if he tried moving too much and he only managed a sloppy kick that only hit thin air.
Draco didn't say anything, but couldn't suppress his gasp completely at the tightnees and his fathers fingers digging deeper and upwards
Then he felt it, like a tense ball inside him, he gasped and Lucius smiled as his body tensed up and relaxed like a shock passing through him.
He slowly let his fingers glide out, and Draco closed his eyes before realization shot through him again.
It was going to happen now.
He felt it, his father pressing against him, warm and wet.
"This is going to hurt. A lot."
And then, white pain shooting through him, like he would split all through his body.
Draco was sure he was dying, the pain was deep, intense, stabbing and unbearably tight and he wanted to suppress the scream, but he couldn't and it left his lips sounding more like a sob.
Immediately his father was over him once again, the hand gone from his throat and instead pressed over his mouth, his fathers lips and breathless voice softly against his ear.
"Shh, I know. You are doing so well."
Lucius moved, only a little, but it was enough to make Draco cry out again and he bit down on Lucius' hand, who didn't respond other than slowly thrusting and shaking gasps.
And he felt it again. The small, tense ball inside himself, aching and nerves writhing from the center all through his body.
He quickly felt himself grow and a disgust at himself bigger than he had ever felt before overwhelmed him and he closed his eyes tighter, he wanted to dissapear.
But immediately he felt his father's grip under his chin and his head forced back upwards. "Look at me," Lucius demanded.
He obeyed, as slowly as possible. Squinting he looked into his father's cold, grey eyes and he could never have overlooked his father's satisfied grin.
He felt lost from all mercy, the ball inside him growing, stirring him, slowly making him lose his breath, and still the hand under his chin, the grey eyes looking into the darkest corners of his soul.
And he closed his eyes again.
"Look me in the eyes, Draco," Lucius' words were clear, but hard, almost breathless, forced out and into the same rythm as the two bodies. "Now," follewed by a shake and he opened his eyes again.
"I will make you forget the shame."
And Lucius thrust deeper, upwards again, and he felt himself grow bigger while the pain faded into nothing.
He wanted to look away; he was shaking now, gasping for air, higher that he had ever been before.
He moaned, suddenly, a sound he hadn't intended but had been pushed through his body and he finally forced his head from Lucius' grip and looked away before shutting his eyes hard.
He felt his fathers hands around his waist, digging into his skin, and he couldn't hold it back anymore and the ball inside him exploded.
Draco gasped before coming harder than he ever had, shock passing through his body making him quiver before all muscles eased up.
The shame rushed over him immediately. He was overwhelmed, trying to find his breath. He never wanted to open his eyes again, no matter how much his father demanded.
But his father didn't say anything, before grapping Draco's throat, only digging his nails harder into him and hunching over him as he quickly came in two deep gasp.
Draco felt himself getting filled again and the warm luquid running down his buttocks.
He was so tired, every muscle in his body felt limp and he was sure he would never move again.
He would lie here forever, dead, and he didn't even flinch when his father pulled himself out.
Draco heard Lucius shuffle around, probably tidying up his clothes and fixing his hair before he spoke.
"Put your clothes on, then we'll go to him."
I don't know if this is the end, I think I may write about the fallout, would that be anything you guys would be interested in, or do you think it should just end here?
Anyway, I really hope it was worth the wait.
